He was obviously guilty. Everyone knew it and he barely even tried to convince anyone of the opposite outside of court. Robert clearly invaded and violated that poor goth girl all too ruthlessly...and would have gotten away with it too, if two police officers hadn't caught him in the act.
However,
That clear danger to the public got off on a technicality in the court less than 2 weeks after the conviction. Something about being impartial or a part of the evidence not being admissible. To him, it was simply legal jargon that he never paid attention to. Regardless, he was a free man. Miracles do happen! Just towards the wrong people.
Perhaps that luck he received was better suited to some bedridden community servant, but he didn't complain.
Robert thought about changing his life and perhaps becoming a better person after what was such a bleak moment in his life. He had been deteriorating for years now, both mentally with his lack of care towards the world mixed with borderline psychopathy reaching its peak and physically as he started to let himself loose into a gross, disgusting slob of his former self.
Unfortunately, any thoughts of becoming a better man left immediately the second he took in the fresh, addictive air of total freedom. He didn't even head home first. Instead, he wanted to pay someone a little visit.
It wasn't hard to get his hands on that cocky goth bitch. She already released some corny sexual assault survival memoir despite it happening a few months ago. He especially remembered because he hated what he called a laughably bad title. Something like "Never Back Down" or "Don't Surrender" or something. Now all he had to do was pretend to be a journalist online, looking for an interview to set up. Not even 30 minutes passed before he received a text back saying she would be glad to meet. Robert couldn't control himself. He took a lot of fine cocksluts in his day, but damn, there was something about her smooth, slender hips exposed with the teasing clothing, wonderful shapely ass, long raven-colored hair, and impossible-to-forget knee-high boots that made him throb in arousal...even in a losing court battle. Then there was the way she spoke in an almost nasally but also higher-pitched voice and how it cracked so wonderfully when he violated her. Fuck those cops for busting him. Where did they even come from...? He did his best to make sure no one was around to save her, but still, they ruined his fun and nearly destroyed his life.
The two of them agreed to meet at a cheap Pizza spot at approximately 10:15 pm...exactly across the street and 15 minutes earlier than the alleged time of the crime that didn't feel too long ago.
He came in 8 minutes late into the near-empty spot, waiting for both workers to be in the kitchen to walk inside.
If he looked like a mess before, it was nothing compared to how he did now. This time, he was only in a pair of disposable, ripped-up blank red t-shirt and grey sweatpants along with disposable shoes. It was simply an outfit supplied for him to wear until found something better at home. He was a larger, but also wider man with her large potbelly showing from the bottom of his shirt.
There she was. Julia Ray Meyers. The object of his obsession for months. All alone and waiting there in an annoyed stare, staring at her black nails and then her phone, waiting for something, anything to happen. However, she immediately took back her wish when she saw that bastard in person.
"Fuck..." she says with her heart skipping a beat and her long eyelids flicking constantly to try to make sure he is real. She quickly stood up in her black dress, fucking fishnet stockings, and unforgettable black thigh-high boots to think of where to go in such a small location.
Meanwhile that all too eager pervert swiftly rushed over, taking up a good amount of space in the main eating area to snatch her mouth and that perfection of an ass to pull the little fucktoy into the nearest restroom.
The restroom was a filthy room that either had a lot of customers earlier today or never really cleaned. The floors were sticky; there was a heavy scent of sex mixed with grime that made it hard to focus, and graffiti was all over the walls.
Julia tried her best to kick or trip him, but she was overpowered. It didn't help that he was easily over twice the weight of her and while she was 3/4ths the height of him.
Finally, he tossed her onto the grimy tile floor so he could lock the door behind him. Her eyes looked at him in disbelief. He was back and extremely quickly. She still had the remaining decorations in her trunk from the party she threw over, putting that greasy creep in jail for the rest of his life, given that he was in his late 40s and had questionable health.
"HELP!!!!!!" she cried out with tears rolling down her face. Her scream was interrupted by a firm slap across the face and getting spat on with a glob of his oral fluid to make her shiver.
"Do you see this hard-on?" He asked sternly. Julia felt her recently shampooed hair pulled at roughly to have that bald bastard force the woman to her knees
